Quotes About Ambiguity

Ill give you a definite maybe.

That difficult place to put your finger on about the world - it needs to be illustrated.

I can't imagine going on when there are no more expectations.

I do sometimes play characters that are a bit ambiguous. You've got to be brave about that sort of stuff. I like the sense of people not feeling too secure, not immediately knowing what they have in front of them.

It's not immediately categorisable. I don't know what to say when anyone asks what the 'Boosh' is.

Words are an imperfect medium for explaining.

I clearly haven't made a good enough impression on people. My go-to line when it's the resume game is that I'm either Chris Evans or Ryan Reynolds.

I can't tell you too much about it because I'm not even meant to tell you that I'm in it. In fact, I might never work again now that I've been talking to you. I'm not in it for very long, let's put it that way.

Reality, in general, in my opinion, has gotten blurred.

I think in the '70s that there was a general feeling of chaos, a feeling that the idea of the '60s as 'ideal' was a misnomer. Nothing seemed ideal anymore. Everything seemed in-between.

I am kind of an undecipherable commodity to a lot of people, including myself.

No characters in 'Stay Close,' including the leads, are black and white. I want them to be grey. I think that makes for a much more interesting reading experience, something that will stay with you a little bit longer.

There are some writers who don't write about people who do jobs. I'm not going to name them, but you watch one of their films, or you read one of their books, and you think, 'What job do they do?' They seem to have a nice house and a nice income. How have they got it?

An increase in light gives an increase in darkness.

The medicine increases the disease.

I don't feel it incumbent on me to make sense of everything.

Mail, by its very nature, was neither all good nor all bad. It carried indifferently messages both positive and negative, filtering nothing, making no distinctions.

There might have been a sky of blue for me and you We'll never know There might have been a garden, too, where roses grew We'll never know We might have built a castle high For you were young and so was I But we just kissed and said "Goodbye" And so We'll never know

For me, the words 'Anything is possible' haven't served as a bolstering of hope as much as a warning to run for cover

I am neither happy nor sad, neither really tense nor really relaxed. Perhaps that is the way it is when a man gazes at the stars, asking himself questions he is not mature enough to answer. So one day he is happy, the next a bit sad without knowing why. It is a little like the horizon: for all your distinctly seeing sky and sea come together on the same line, for all your constantly making for it, the horizon stays at the same distance, right at hand and out of reach.

who doesn't know what she wants in the long term so takes short-term temping contracts, saves, goes off backpacking like a teenager, returns to England full of stories but her career hasn't moved on

What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.

She was struggling, as she always had struggled, not to show what she could do but to hide what she couldn't do. A life made up of advances that were actually frantic retreats and victories that were concealed defeats.

Art actually happens somewhere in the space between clarity and ambiguity, concept and intuition, thought and feeling.